Beyond Repair

I made love with myself last night again.
It left me barren, as a bone covered field.
Eyes peeled back in my head.  I pretend not to yield, to the sad revelation, that I am beyond repair.

Then outside, I took a walk.  I was taken with the blazing stars, in the pitch colored sky.  Arms reach over my head; I grasp for their shimmer, but I am beyond repair.

I dreamed I was swimming, with myself again last night.
Subaqueous, weightless, submerged in sickly liquid;  
I pretend that I can swim, as I reach for fading light.